Gangster Stories

This is a fictional story inspired by the movie dhurandhar. The characters and relationships are imaginary. No real person is portrayed, and no hate toward any religion or community is intended.

Some connections don't begin with love. They begin with disturbance. Ulfat lives a life wrapped in protection-every step watched, every choice weighed. Safety has always come at the cost of freedom. She knows the rules. She breaks them anyway. Rehman is a man of control, not confession. Power follows him in silence, and violence waits behind his restraint. He was never meant to notice her-yet once he does, the world rearranges itself around that mistake. What grows between them is not gentle. It is instinct before intention. Protection before desire. A pull that feels spiritual, unsettling, inevitable. As danger tightens and boundaries blur, Ulfat must face a terrifying truth: the safest place may be the one that costs her the most-and the man who never asked to hold her might be the only one who can. This is not romance written in promises. It is written in restraint. In unspoken loyalty. In a connection that touches the soul before it ever touches the skin. Roohaniyat-where love is felt before it is named.

"𝑱𝒂𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊 𝒉𝒊 𝒔𝒂𝒉𝒊, 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒅𝒊 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝒂𝒂𝒑𝒔𝒆, 𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏, 𝑨𝒖𝒓 𝒏𝒊𝒃𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒊 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒈𝒊." ⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ You can run away from a normal man- but can you run from the owner? The lunatic. The public threat of Uttar Pradesh. She returned to her home town with a hope to have peace- But she was handed straight to the devil. Hate and annoyance planted the seed- of obsession, of control, over a girl who had never been allowed to heal. A marriage she never asked for. A life she wasn't ready for. But now that it's hers- will she run from it? Or turn it around, on her own terms? ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ MATURE CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION © All Rights Reserved

Reyansh Malhotra never asked to inherit an empire built on blood. As the cold, calculating boss of one of the most feared crime syndicates, he only wants one thing: control. But his aging father wants a marriage alliance to secure power-and gives him a deadline. When Reyansh goes to collect a debt, the terrified debtor offers something unforgivable: his 19-year-old son, Aarav. Quiet, sweet-faced, and smiling shyly behind trembling lashes. Reyansh accepts out of strategy, not compassion. Marriage solves his problem. But the mansion reveals a truth Reyansh hadn't prepared for. Aarav is nineteen in body but emotionally like a 4-year-old-cheerful, trusting, stubborn, pure in a world made of knives. He hums nursery rhymes while exploring marble corridors, calls Reyansh "Uncle" at first, then adorably corrects himself with "Patidev ji", unaware of the weight of the word. He cries when thunder booms, hides behind curtains when strangers shout, and gifts Reyansh crayon drawings as "contract payments." The mafia boss who has ordered deaths without blinking suddenly finds himself learning how to: hold tiny trembling hands during panic attacks sit through animated movies and bedtime stories protect a fragile soul from a world that would break him But the mafia world isn't forgiving. Rumors spread. Enemies see weakness. Loyalties fracture. Reyansh has to choose-treat Aarav as a burden, a shield, a pawn...or something devastatingly dangerous to a man like him. Slowly, Reyansh stops being "the monster who owns him" and becomes the protector who loves him. The boy who laughs at butterflies becomes the only light in Reyansh's darkness. But as buried truths surface-about why Aarav is like this, about his past, about who broke him-the world they've built trembles. Can a mafia king learn gentleness? Can he love someone who lives in innocence while swimming in sin? And when enemies want Aarav, will Reyansh save him as a responsibility. or as the most important person in his life?

Aarav was kind, gentle, the kind of boy who never asked for much, yet carried the weight of the world behind his quiet eyes. Social anxiety gripped him like a shadow-he spoke little, trusted fewer, and let his silence speak when words failed him. His best friend, Sidharth, was the only one who had stuck around for eight years. Or so Aarav thought. That afternoon, Aarav walked the familiar path home, head down, heart quietly bracing for the usual loneliness. But a sharp crack of voices stopped him cold. He recognized Sidharth's unmistakable tone, loud and cruel. "He's so silent, right? Not cold, but... how are we even still friends with him? I mean, look at RV on Instagram. That guy's got style, confidence. He's cool, untouchable. I wish I had a friend like that." Aarav's blood ran ice cold. He stepped forward, voice cold and steady-something he'd rarely allowed himself. "So this is how you feel about me?" Sidharth froze. His smile faltered. Aarav's eyes darkened. "When you talk behind my back, you can do it alone. But when it's time to face me, you need your whole gang?" Without waiting for a reply, Aarav turned and walked away, the years of silent endurance finally breaking into something fierce and unforgiving. That day, Sidharth saw a side of Aarav he never had before - a quiet storm that wouldn't be ignored. .... Next day Aarav talking to a girl siya " kamjor mard par hat uthana kaha ki aurataangi hai !!" Don't worry sidharth is not ml, our ml is mafia boss, sidharths elder brother.

"Don't," he says, his voice cracking as he steps toward me. Terror floods his eyes-not for himself, but for what I'm about to do. "Step back," I scream,pointes my trembling finger at him . "You psycho .You....You took everything from me....".my throat burning and tears spills from my eyes. "Pratyusha, no. Don't say that." He shakes his head, desperation bleeding into every word. "I saved you from them pratyusha. You don't know, but their intentions were evil, fuck do you even know what they were doing behind your back all the time. I was just trying to protect you." Lies. That's all he's ever fed me-lies dressed up as concern. "No...No. No." I shake my head, backing closer to the edge. The wind whips my hair across my face, the roar of the river far below echoing like a promise.. "Don't come any closer, or I swear I'll jump. "Pratyusha, please," he grits out, desperation cracking his voice. "Try to understand." "There's nothing left to understand." My chest burns as I breathe. "Either set me free from this hell... or I'll die. If not like this, then some other way. But I won't live like this anymore." The world goes still. No wind. No sound. Just us. I take one final step back- And I jump. "Pratyushaaaa-!" The scream tears through the air as my body drops, the wind ripping past me, swallowing every thought. For the first time, I feel light. Untethered. Then- Another sound. A second scream. Closer. Panicked. My eyes snap open mid-fall. He's falling too. I see him above me, arms reaching out, face twisted with terror-not of losing me, but of being too late.

Jeon Wonwoo is a quiet, introverted high school boy-smart, beautiful, and content to stay in the background. That is, until Kim Mingyu transfers to his school. Athletic, stunning, and dangerously charming, Mingyu hides a dark secret: he's a ruthless badboy with a gang behind him. Fate makes them seatmates, and a magnetic tension sparks between them. Wonwoo is captivated by Mingyu's dangerous charm, while Mingyu finds himself drawn to Wonwoo's quiet intelligence and calm demeanor. As teasing, chemistry, and secrets collide, their connection becomes impossible to ignore. A story about opposites attracting, hidden desires, and the push and pull between a badboy and the brainy beauty who might just tame him.

He didn't ask my name. He didn't ask my consent. He only asked how fast I could run. Aarohi Elaya spent her whole life feeling like she didn't belong. Then she meets him. A handsome stranger with a dangerous smile, a violent world, and a love that comes too fast, too intense, and far too deep to escape. When his obsession turns into a kidnapping, she is ripped away from everything she knows and dragged into a shadowy world of guns, gangs, and an illegal car-smuggling empire ruled by him. He is terrifying, broken, and capable of cruelty-but when he loves, he loves with a devotion that borders on ruin. Sweet and innocent, yet born with a natural talent for cars and driving, Aarohi is forced to survive in a world that tests her limits, her morals, and her heart. Caught between fear and desire, she battles his troubled need for her... and the feelings she refuses to name. Was this dangerous world always where she belonged? Or has she just stepped into the beginning of her worst nightmare? NEW CHAPTERS EVERY DAY!

Kim Seokjin, A simple, soft spoken human being, has grown up following the idologies of his father, has his life turned upside down after the tragic death of his father. His destiny has bought him into a place where inhumanity is worshipped and the God himself is named KIM TAEHYUNG. A Taejin ff... It's gonna be a long ass book so hope you keep up with me. And a slow burn too..

liveliand Quin had learned early, that home could kill in more ways than one. The air smelled of the absence of everyone in her life that was supposed to protect her, to love her. including herself. By the time she was old enough to understand loss, the world had already taught her that nobody would ever fight for her. Care for her. Save her. So she decided to save herself. The day liveliand walked into Calagham private, was the day the rules stopped mattering, and everyone who thought they ran the place learned how fast a girl could make an empire from shadows and whispers. But with every great kingdom comes a great reckoning. Damitri larchikov. The embodiment of all her taboos. There was nothing she didn't do to ignore him, brush him off. But he wasn't a joke, he wasn't like the shadows she understood so well. Every encounter made her blood boil, and for some reason...she loved it. But then there was Adrikov. The chaser with no leash. He approached her like he could read her, like he knew exactly which buttons to press that made even liv -the queen of fear herself- undeniably unoblivious to the moments he made reignite in her mind, on her skin. Moments she normally would never entertain. Outside the polished halls of private school life, secrets festered and burned. Her brother Sullivan who was meant to be elsewhere, decided to go down a much more....different path. One no one expected. Marcus -her best friend- carried his own forbidden heart drawn to the enemy's son in ways that would make loyalty dangerous. Alliances shifted like sand, and every choice, every misstep could explode into fire. But even so liveliand quin belong to NO ONE. Her presence was a promise, a threat. That everything ever taken from her would burn alongside her enemies. Not because she wanted it or because she craved it, but because the world had nothing else to offer her that she would ever accept and anyone who tried, would learn exactly how dangerous it is to underestimate her.

Years ago, Neo was just a quiet boy with hearing problems-until the day a stranger stepped in, saving him from bullies and leaving behind words he never forgot. That boy disappeared without a name, but not without leaving a mark. Now, Neo is back in his home country-famous, reckless, and constantly in the headlines. Behind the spotlight, though, he's chasing a memory. The boy who once saved him. The one person he could never forget. At the same university, Rowan lives a quiet life, far removed from his family's dangerous legacy. He wants nothing to do with power or fear-until Neo's chaos begins to pull him back into a world he tried to escape. When fame meets fire, old memories resurface, secrets begin to burn, and two paths cross again... but not the way either expected.

Betrayal doesn't come from enemies. And that is perhaps the saddest part of it all.

Kira Ward returns home two years after being sent away by Angel Knox, head of the crime family her father works for. Determined to uncover the truth of why he sent her away and faked her death, Kira sets out to confront Angel, unknowingly uncovering dark family secrets, danger, and walking into an engagement that her life depends on. Angel is determined to keep her safe. He'll do whatever it takes-blackmail, fear, and seduction.

"One bloody night, Y/N witnesses a mafia hit. Kim Taehyung, the dangerously hot heir, forces an arranged marriage to silence her: 'Marry me, or die.' His cold commands hide a possessive fire that burns hotter each night. Enemies? Or obsessed lovers? #1 in mafia au. #5 in gangster. #6 in yandere. #10 in kpopff. #taehyungff #mafiaau #arrangedmarriage#btsv#smut

Ranking #1 in dark romance Jungkook pov "You are mine princess ". "Jeon jungkook property". "His obsession " Teahyung pov "I love you yn" and I was waiting for you till my last breath...... Jung hoseok pov "I want to use you against my biggest enemy Jeon Jungkook", but you become my "weakness" yn .... . . . . . . . This only fan fiction. It's doesn't harm any k-pop idol real love just an imagination,work of mine so don't copy It's dark fan fiction so if you don't like you can go don't hate for any idols. Mature,18+ , thriller, dark romance .

Summary Shashvat Raizada, the most feared mafia boss in the city-cold, ruthless, and known for speaking only when someone's death is confirmed-descends into his mansion's basement to finally meet the biggest threat to his empire: ACP Rudra Pratap Singh. What he expects is a broken, bound, terrified cop. What he gets instead is an untied, fully energetic ACP dancing in the middle of the basement, singing Bollywood at full volume like he's at a wedding baraat, not a mafia kidnapping. Rudra freezes mid-lyric when he sees Shashvat... then promptly starts flirting shamelessly, appreciating the mafia boss's waist, looks, and overall "maal" quality with zero fear and maximum tharak. The basement becomes silent. Guns lower. Mafia men malfunction. Shashvat-who hasn't felt anything in years-short-circuits. Mortified, confused, and very much affected, he hisses to his second-in-command why no one warned him that the ACP was young, gay, and dangerously unhinged. Unable to handle Rudra's relentless flirting-or his own rapidly beating heart-Shashvat orders him thrown out of the mansion and walks away like nothing happened. Except everything did. Because the ruthless mafia king just met the most chaotic cop alive... and for the first time, his heart betrayed him-loudly, violently, and hilariously. A dark slow-burn begins with chaos, comedy, accidental flirting, and a mafia boss who has absolutely no idea what he's gotten himself into. 😌🔥

Title: Masaallah, I Got Kidnapped Summary Everyone in the underworld knew him. A man so cold that even bullets hesitated before touching him. A mafia boss who didn't raise his voice-because names written in his diary were already dead. A man who only spoke when someone's fate needed sealing. So when he was drugged, blindfolded, and dragged into a warehouse one rainy night, he was almost amused. An enemy cartel? Betrayal from inside? A dramatic execution attempt? He was ready. Until he opened his eyes. Standing in front of him was not a hardened criminal... ...but a 19-year-old boy with soft cheeks, big innocent eyes, messy hair, and hands shaking while holding a gun that clearly terrified him more than the mafia boss ever could. The boss stared. Once. Twice. Then, for the first time in his life, a thought crossed his ruthless mind: "Masaallah." The boy introduced himself nervously, offered him water, apologized for the dirty chair, and asked if he was "too tightly tied" like this was a kidnapping Yelp review. The mafia boss-feared by nations, hunted by governments-fell in love instantly. Unfortunately for everyone: The kidnapper had no idea who he'd kidnapped The mafia boss had no idea how to talk to someone without threatening murder And the warehouse slowly turned into a battlefield of misunderstandings, accidental flirting, and the boss's men desperately trying to find their missing leader while he... ...didn't really want to be rescued anymore. A story where: The deadliest man alive becomes soft over a shy smile A "cute, innocent boy" turns out to be way more dangerous than he looks Romance blooms between guns, blood, and very awkward silence And the line between captor and captive blurs... slowly, painfully, irresistibly Dark. Dangerous. Slow burn. And completely chaotic.

Kim Taehyung is the heir to one of the most feared mafia syndicates in Seoul-a name that makes grown men tremble. Yet Taehyung himself is nothing like the legacy carved out for him. At twenty, he is soft-spoken, disastrously kind, painfully innocent, and far too trusting for a world built on blood and betrayal. His laughter echoes too easily through marble halls meant for gunshots, and his smiles are liabilities no one can afford-except one man. Jeon Jungkook, his personal bodyguard and his father's ruthless second-in-command, lives by one rule: control. Cold, efficient, and terrifyingly precise, Jungkook has ended lives without blinking. He is loyalty incarnate, violence refined into discipline. To the world, he is emotionless. To Taehyung, he is simply the silent shadow who follows him everywhere, scolds him for bad habits, fixes his messes, and pretends not to care. What Taehyung doesn't know is that Jungkook's devotion has long since rotted into obsession-quiet, consuming, and dangerous. One drunken night changes everything. Taehyung, unsteady and giggling, accidentally slaps Jungkook while refusing help. The moment is laughable, ridiculous even-but when Taehyung steps closer to apologize, soft and unaware, Jungkook finally snaps. He pins Taehyung to the wall and kisses him with a fury that feels like punishment and confession all at once. It's not romance. It's not gentle. It's a line crossed that can never be erased. Taehyung confused between fear, trust, and a heart that doesn't know how to hate; Jungkook struggling between restraint and the need to possess what was never meant to be his. Amidst threats, power games, and mafia politics, dark humour slips through in stolen glances, sarcastic remarks, Taehyung's accidental chaos, and Jungkook's increasingly useless attempts to remain "professional." A story of obsession disguised as protection, innocence colliding with brutality, and a love that grows not softly-but like a wound that refuses to close.

Secrets from the past are about to surface, threatening to destroy the fragile relationships within Section D. The gem that once brought light to their darkness is now the catalyst for chaos. The revelation of her true identity has left Section D reeling, with memories, promises and friendships broken. The whole sections are on the brink of collapse, and it's unclear if they'll be able to recover. As the truth comes to light, alliances will be tested, and loyalties will be questioned. Will Section D be able to overcome their differences and rebuild their relationships with Mayumi, or will the secrets of the past tear them apart forever? Join me as we explore the complex and tumultuous world of Section D, where the past and present collide, and the future is uncertain. Get ready for a rollercoaster ride of drama, tension, and heartbreak.💥

In the shadows of London, a dangerous game unfolds. Tommy Shelby and his allies face a ruthless opponent-Matthias Wulf. Untouchable by law, precise and cold, Wulf moves like a ghost through politics and violence, pulling strings no one sees. When the lines blur between war and chess, survival means keeping the devil's name from being spoken aloud.